breakfast in bed

This morning Nathan had an early-morning breakfast appointment.

And by "early," I actually mean 8:00, but when you can't sleep on your back or your stomach and your body is achy and you had to get up five times in the night to use the restroom, 8:00 can seem sort of early, okay?

So, I stayed in bed.

And was still in bed, reading, when he got back at 9:30.

(If you read my last post, now is when you're beginning to conclude that I'm the laziest person in the world. Whoops, so much for putting my best foot forward for the blog.)

Anyway, Nathan returned home and placed this in front of me on the bed.

A chocolate chip bagel!

(Maybe you thought it looked like a cinnamon raisin bagel. And maybe I should have let you think that, because that would have been healthier, wouldn't it? So now you know I sleep too late and occasionally eat refined carbohydrates with chocolate for breakfast.)

I ate my bagel in bed, and it was then that I decided that I probably have the best husband in the world.